Real Me.
I’m hurt
I don’t want to keep going
Why is everything happening to me?
Am I the only one?
I feel ugly
Not just from my appearance
My personality and who I’ve become
Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
I’m trying to call for help!
No one understands
No one notices
That, That…
I’m hurt
I cry myself to sleep
I know there’s no hope for me
Should I keep going?
I should stop
Does anyone know the real me?
Do you know what’s happening to me?
Does anyone know that I’m hurt?
This poem is about:
Me